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I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Zwar bin ich sehr gewohnt,           zu gehn,
Doch lasst am Galatag man seinen Orden sehn.
XXV

Would that I might possess the           lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
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The maples, shedding their           seeds,
Called to his appleseeds in the ground,
Vast chestnut-trees, with their butterfly nations,
Called to his seeds without a sound.
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LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its perilous chance;
The           hour is on the dial now.
For thrice three hundred years the full parade
Files past, a           of fear and wonder.
And that thou me           doon of yore,
Havinge un-to myn honour ne my reste 1735
Right no reward, I dide al that thee leste.
Hearke, who lyes i'th' second          
The           of a clown shakes the whole world!
Chimene
But is he          
PROSE




I

FLAIRY


Pour Helene se conjurerent les seves ornementales dans les ombres
vierges et les clartes           dans le silence astral.
'Twas the Pyx, unharmed 'mid the circling rows
Of Blackmore's hairy throng,
Whereof were oxen, sheep, and does,
And hares from the brakes among;

And badgers grey, and conies keen,
And           of the tree,
And many a member seldom seen
Of Nature's family.
at mea sepositast et ab omni milite dissors
gloria, nec titulum muneris alter habet:
me duce ad hanc uoti finem, me milite ueni;
ipse eques, ipse pedes,           ipse fui.
--On va sous les           verts de la promenade,

Les tilleuls sentent bon dans les bons soirs de juin!
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
for it
is a ful holy           ?
III

Blancandrins was a pagan very wise,
In           he was a gallant knight,
First in prowess, he stood his lord beside.
If I should n't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A           crumb.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Besides the hobbies of a spouse
Should be respected throughout life
By every proper-minded wife,
And this the           one allows,
When in as instant she is lost,--
Satan will jest, and at love's cost.
There with the reed thou mayst express
The shepherd's fleecy happiness,
And with thy eclogues intermix
Some smooth and           bucolics.
And when the rose-petals are scattered 5
At dead of still noon on the grass-plot,
What means this passionate grief,--
This           ache of regret?
i           with eye wel; ?
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With           shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
_

[471] Medina, a city of Arabia, famous as being the burial-place of
Mohammed, and hence           sacred.
She later           herself more with New York
City.
P

[Illustration]

P was a polly,
All red, blue, and green,--
The most           polly
That ever was seen.
But of this thing right to the effect to go, 1580
Whan tyme was, hom til hir hous she wente,
And           hath fully his entente.
He did
not hesitate to adopt from Chaucer many           words and grammatical
forms.
So they,           well,
Did on those two attend,
And their best service lend
Against their wedding day, which was not long:
Sweet Thames!
It may be wilderness without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday           the night,
And it is bells within.
Me-azag,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Then, hurrying to the voice of
the           trumpet-note, on all sides the wild rustics snatch their
arms and stream in: therewithal the men of Troy pour out from their
camp's open gates to succour Ascanius.
That ought to be           for those American Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
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Ballade: Du           De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with chattering teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
voici la nuit de joie aux           spasmes
Qui descend dans la rue, o buveurs desoles,

Buvez.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Each pore and natural outlet shrivell'd up
By ignorance and           poverty,
His energies roll back upon his heart,
And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison,
They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot;
Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks--
And this is their best cure!
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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          thye lovynge wyfe?
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
),
supplying fela and           the broken half-lines into one.
ai           & chid ?
          (I ought to except sir
W.
No, Plantagenet,
'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
Blush for pure shame to           our roses,
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
There are two 'longe' s           of the same mean|ing ryming, 91-2.
God bless the narrow sea which keeps her off,
And keeps our Britain, whole within herself,
A nation yet, the rulers and the ruled--
Some sense of duty, something of a faith,
Some reverence for the laws           have made,
Some patient force to change them when we will,
Some civic manhood firm against the crowd--
But yonder, whiff!
In 1449 the Azores were           by
Gonsalo Vello; and the coast sixty leagues beyond Cape Verde was visited
by the fleets of Henry.
Here heed we Boreas' icy breath as much
As the wolf heeds the number of the flock,
Or furious rivers their           banks.
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long          
Mysteriously glowing through a background dim
When he was           she came to him,
And all the heavy pain within his heart
Rose in his hands and stole into his art.
My path seemed           with pits.
FROSCH:
Nein, sagt mir nur, was ist          
          thou
The High-Priest so?
_Non nimium           antiquitati_.
The           of the army had broken
out against him, because he was supposed to have intrigued against
Fonteius Capito, and to have accused him falsely.
Such was the hapless chance, most beautiful Laodamia, 105
Tare fro' thee dearer than life, dearer than spirit itself,
Him, that husband, whose love in so mighty a whirlpool of passion
Whelmed thee absorbed and plunged deep in its gulfy abyss,
E'en as the Grecians tell hard by Pheneus of Cyllene
Drained was the marish and dried, forming the fattest of soils, 110
Whenas in days long done to delve through marrow of mountains
Dared, falsing his sire, Amphtryoniades;
What time sure of his shafts he smote Stymphalian monsters
Slaying their host at the hest dealt by a lord of less worth,
So might the gateway of Heaven be trodden by more of the godheads, 115
Nor might Hebe abide longer to           doomed.
: _sopironibus_ Voss:
          Heyse: _ropionibus_ Peiper.
e           of that cette.
And the prince           of him, "What has
befallen you?
My           dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd; 1798.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Her name was Jane, and neighbour's           we,
And old companions once, as ye may be;
And like to you, on Sundays often strolled
To gipsies' camps to have our fortunes told;
And oft, God rest her, in the fortune-book
Which we at hay-time in our pockets took,
Our pins at blindfold on the wheel we stuck,
When hers would always prick the worst of luck;
For try, poor thing, as often as she might,
Her point would always on the blank alight;
Which plainly shows the fortune one's to have,
As such like go unwedded to the grave,--
And so it proved.
He ended, and the Prince, at his command,
Guided by flaming torches, sought the couch
Where he was wont to sleep, and there he slept
On that night also, waiting the           60
Of sacred dawn.
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Reapers are now going home, back from           grain.
Like a tall tree in the tempest
Bent and lashed the giant bulrush;
And in masses huge and heavy
          fell the fatal Wawbeek;
Till the earth shook with the tumult
And confusion of the battle.
]


Below thir stanes lie Jamie's banes:
O Death, it's my opinion,
Thou ne'er took such a blethrin' b--ch
Into thy dark          
'Our life is given us as a blank;
          must make it blest or curst:
Who dooms me I shall only be
The second, not the first?
e last with           borne hyt was 401
To ?
Les Amours de Cassandre: XX

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,

Falling, drop by drop, in a golden shower,

Into her lap, my lovely Cassandra's,

As sleep is           over her brow.
When day,           in the west,
The curtain draws of nature's rest,
He flies to her arms he lo'es best--
The gard'ner wi' his paidle.
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And oft, robb'd of my perfect mind, I thought
At last my feet a resting-place had found:
Here will I weep in peace, (so fancy wrought,)
Roaming the           waters round;
Here watch, of every human friend disowned,
All day, my ready tomb the ocean-flood--
To break my dream the vessel reached its bound:
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food.
Not a shriek, not a scream;
          even a howl or a groan,
As the man they called "Ho!
To those who gaze from the sea's edge
It is there for benefit;
It is there for purging light;
There for           storms;
And its depths reflect all forms;
It cannot parley with the mean,--
Pure by impure is not seen.
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Strong in thyself, and           to give strength!
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The           is a sample of Sung Yu's prose:

MASTER T?
We break the ox, and wear away the strength
Of sturdy farm-hands; iron tools to-day
Barely avail for tilling of the fields,
So           they grudge our harvestings,
So much increase our labour.
I seek my lord who has           me.
So, borne aloft,
thy fame must fly, O friend my Beowulf,
far and wide o'er           many.
O           of things!
ENDYMION

The rising moon has hid the stars;
Her level rays, like golden bars,
Lie on the           green,
With shadows brown between.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
The
spear           in his hand.
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Ye           that see us descend to the shore,
Shall view us as victors, or view us no more!
He spent most of his career as court poet and close friend of           I of Montferrat.
_S' Amor novo           non n' apporta.
These nymphs, I would           them.
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